Info Kill 2

Flow some mo’ Co shit (repeat 4X)[El-P] My skit is sick (repeat 6X)

Verse One: Bigg Jus

The hope, in a dark universe chasing shadowsInto the burning season, slay to a sunk pharaohIcon, holding a diamond encrusted JesusPlease, stop check and, suck my rated 50 are in these chromosomes hellStill these guns blaze on a ten hour swing shiftWho I had thoroughly wanted to rip shit Grab the rags and towels and swing their caps backSee lab bomb autopsy report, terrorist type of ‘tackThe lifeline intertwined with true belief got distortedcaught it late night on Telemundo, Nightcrawlin’, teleportin’Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whpping, bad decisionAlign astrologically to ensure global time positioningTake aim, blast government conspiracies out the frameExcuse me, El Diablo, excuse meThe worldwide b-boy exhibit is now closedWiden your distribution of nitrogen, swing nightsticks on patrolThe Bad Lieutenant, digital chaos out of controlDeep in a swampland, the killer’s out officially financedGraffiti crazed individual rock steady in all his furyBackspinnin on these crabs, signed sincerely yours truly

Flow some mo’ Co shit (repeat 6X)

Verse Two: El-P

Who disperses poisonous crackers with gem tonesOne minute of verses the beats to spot zones, angled out Murder kill def sucky bitch cock and that’s your best shotStrictly Freudian the way I see another crab frontin within the inkblotLike that dung beetle squirmin around in the residue of my mathThe design burnt into the support beam and contorted into a love modeSeemingly gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preferenceFor using my blueprints as a point of referenceCo Flow can only exist in your void which is closed in the internetTrying to match definitions to the words with which I taughtSee technically you’re not the germ it’s your sperm that’s the weaponI fear ducks fertilizin and teachin their seeds all the half steppinSpawnin little replicate idiots, so I madly touch pressure points badlySadly but it’s my dutyWhen amnio-belief bust down, turn around for the script that I falconSee that with that you drown, eerily…Under the bridge micronauticsPop is pure but then the septic system bubble up through the artists454 Fahrenheit bombers we areAs long as I can see the North StarCross minds but don’t try to hidethe use of a gun as an extension of the penisWhen Yin collides with Yang you see me burn into the PhoenixBlinded don’t test me I already received my G.E.D.Scored in the top .5 percentile in the country, quite easilyRecord mode set up the EQ for minusInfect it like the germs that metamorph up in your sinusAs with this slang was born a new SodomI be a Deep Blue def subtle breath control that Kasparov packThe acidic 32nd contactWhile snakes try to scream out what a friend isThen lick off like MendendezWith only a stick so I can blood just bricklay a biggie thick set aside suitHomicide sad times settle into entropyI El-Venom, patchwork I’ve sewn the last stitch X-axisTilted on the side where they coulda been residing amongst freaksCompany Flow, kill informational leaks